Mannheim is sometimes referred to as “Dreckstadt”(the sprayer couldn’t spell properly) meaning “Dirttown” or possibly, “Cruddington”. Regardless of the spelling, the sprayer added to the name. This stems partly from less than beautiful areas (which can be found in any major town or city, to … Continue reading Mannheim’s Reputation
The Bostal See (or Lac de Bostal) in the German Saarland bordering France was created in 1979. It is used almost exclusively for recreating, swimming, boating, and as a nature reserve.
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A hand pulled ferry services hikers who want to cross the Nahe at Bad Münster am Stein. It’s been in service since 1721. Water, Water Everywhere
We are lucky to have the Schau- und Sichtungsgarten Hermannshof in our town, a privately owned botanical garden. There is something to see every month. These are from July. Cosmic Photo Challenge: In the Garden
Vineyards – rows and rows of wine to be. The arcade of the lake in Böblingen; the little canal in Weinheim’s old tanners’ quarter. The Leimbach which is supplying the water to various water features in the Schwetzingen Palace gardens. A lavender field in the … Continue reading From Vinyards to Lavender Fields
Last week I showed clinker and fairly simple windows, here are a few more ornate windows in clinker buildings. Monday Window
After yesterday’s Bullis I thought I should also show a beautiful red beetle. And, of course, once they stopped manufacturing the beetle, the era of the Golf had arrived. The Golf was pitched up picked up just as fast. Simply Red #7
Is it loveable? Is it cute? Is it SUPERGROVER? Monday Portrait
Macro Monday
I was hiking on my own in southern France. I wanted to walk up to the Tour de la Massane above Argelès-sur-Mer near Perpignan. I passed one farmhouse with two dogs trying to block my way and I passed them, feeling very uneasy doing so. About a kilometre further on, the road led past another farmhouse and this time it was four dogs that barricaded the my way. I didn’t dare to go back (because of the two I had already met) so I kept walking and the old guys were hanging back but the black one kept getting closer. I decided not to chance it and took the next turn back down towards where I had parked the car. He was friendly enough but followed me all the way back to my car, I guess he wanted to make sure that I really left.
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